At the bar, the bartender approached Julian again. "Listen, there was a beautiful woman in here earlier. She seemed a little out of sorts, kinda like she hated being here. Go figure."
"Was she African-American?" Julian's heart pounded with new hope.
"Why, yes, as a matter of fact, she was."
"Where did she go?"
"She turned around and left, although she did jingle a set of keys."
Julian paid for his drink and left.